Let there be Love...

Monday's Rain/ Part II

I walked over to the airport waiting room, fifteen minutes before my flight, and sat down by a window with a cup of tea and a book. I was currently reading "The Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramahansa Yogananda. I value his teachings very much, so reading that book was no surprise.
About four minutes into reading my book, I started to hear what sounded like screaming outside my window. I peer over my shoulder to see that dozens of young ladies were yelling their lungs out and towering over a car that was slowly trying to move. Police men were all over the girls, trying their hardest to separate them from the car.
An elderly couple that was sitting right by me murmured to each other, "It's those brits that sing again." Right after that, I could hear my row being called to be seated on the plane. I grabbed my luggage and stood tightly compacted in between people attending the same flight for about ten minutes.
Once I got on the plane, I walked very slowly looking for my seat. I was too busy looking up and concentrating on the seat numbers to notice an old brown shoe in the middle of the isle that most likely feel out of somebody's luggage. I tripped on the shoe, almost falling but dropping my yogi book and my writing journal.
Looking up, I saw a young man wearing a nice white turtle neck and patterned jacket walk down the isle towards me. Noticing I had dropped my items, he then walked at a faster pace to help me. I could already tell he was a gentleman because, it didn't take time for him to decide whether he should help me. As he got close enough so I knew he could hear me, I quietly told him, "You don't have to, I got it." He completely ignored me and picked up my books anyway. "Not a problem, love." he said. I smiled at him as I again tried to find my spot on the plane.
"Well, that book you've got there is something I would be glad to read, could you lend it to me?" He added. I really didn't want to continue a conversation with a total stranger but he seemed too sweet to disappoint. So then he was walking behind me as we talked all about Indian gurus and Eastern culture. I found my seat at last and sat down with relief. The young man sat down with me. I stayed silent for awhile.
"Don't worry, this is my seat too. I'm not following you around to be a creep." He told me. I looked at him and laughed. Once I got comfortable with talking to him, I noticed how adorably charming and hilarious he was. He was kind of handsome as well. With him, you can talk about all sorts of things. He reminded me of a human encyclopedia. He was extremely knowledgeable with just... everything!
"What do you do for a living?" The young man asked.
"I'm a student, but I'm going to be reading one of my poems in England today."
"You write?" He asked surprisingly.
I answered, "Yes, thats what I've been doing all my life. It's just so lovely to be able to put your mind on a piece of paper and be able to consider it "art". You see, every poem is like a blossomed flower. No matter how long or short the stem is, it will always still bloom in the end."
His eyes just stared into my face as I explained that to him. I took a couple seconds for him to respond to me.
"Oh definitely, I know what you're talking about." Then, he went on and on about how he was in this band with his brothers that I couldn't quite remember the name of. He then added that they were touring and will be in England as well.
"Where will you be going tonight?" I asked so many questions. I felt more and more curious.
"Tonight we're e going to Wolverhampton to the Civic Hall, do you know where that's at?"
"No way! I'm performing there tonight!" I excitingly responded.
I could tell that he was very happy with my response. He smiled so much that I could barely see is eyes. Only his beautiful teeth were visible.
We were interrupted by one of the flight attendants that the Wolverhampton taxi appointments will be unfortunately cancelled due to traffic. I was originally planning on riding one of the taxis. I had no back up plan.
"Oh dear! What will I do now?" My face fell to my hands as I started to get a huge headache. Just as I thought everything was over, I heard the young man's voice again.
"Love, it's okay. You don't have to worry yourself up.. Since we're going to the same location, you can ride with me and my brothers. Are you down for that?" He offered. I froze for a moment to think.
"My name is Robin by the way." He held his hand out and raised his left brow. I didn't hesitate. I grabbed his hand and went with him.